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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 25, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the number of the day.
  • Then, I added one, because this is the first Wednesday of the ROW80 break.
  • You get 26 sentences today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series)

Bounded by a Nutshell is my September WIP. It is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we eavesdrop on a rather unexpectedly volatile conversation between Captain Kirk and his former First Officer, who is now the Vulcan Ambassador.

This scene occurs just prior to the conversation between McCoy and Kirk I shared in Soulwounded.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!

…I know you probably don’t want me to say it, and you certainly don’t have to admit it, but this has got to be hell, for you.”

I will admit it freely, Jim. It is a level of hell I never knew existed. It is too painful to be endured – I cannot contain nor control my emotional responses to it, at this time, nor find balance.”

Spock held his gaze as the anger faded – not really anger at him, Jim saw now, but at the situation, and his own helplessness. Perhaps at the scientists who had made the critical error. Maybe at Starfleet, for commissioning the project, and whisking his daughter away. Jim hadn’t been around much, but he knew for certain that Spock cherished the family he had thought he might never have, more than he had ever treasured anything.

Now Spock drained the glass in one quick, savage gulp, reached for a decanter, and poured sloppily, emptying the glass again, and now there was rebellion in his eyes – rebellion against Jim’s judgment,maybe, or, more likely, what he no doubt saw as his own weakness.

“I’m done judging, Spock.”

“That,” Spock said, with a palpable note of scorn. “Is highly unlikely, Jim.”

Jim didn’t comment. If Spock wasn’t capable of restraining himself now, it would be unkind to remind him by taking offense. “Does it help?” he asked instead, gently.

Spock contemplated the glass, then drank it down, and another, in quick succession. He poured again, getting nearly as much on his desk as in the glass. “I do not believe I am nearly inebriated enough to ascertain that, Jim.” He was starting to sway as his balance became affected.

Knowing how secretive Spock could be, especially regarding his moments of emotional weakness, Jim asked, “Are you alone? Do you want someone to talk to, for a while? Or just to be with you?”

Leonard and Niaan are well aware of my activities, Jim. You need not be concerned; the alcohol was medically prescribed by my Kiral, and my wife, as you will recall, is most vigilant in matters of my protection and care. They are nearby, but they have allowed me the privacy to speak to you as I will. I will not be left alone, nor allowed to harm myself, nor any other.”

There we have it – a grieving and seeking father known for his control, barely holding himself together, by the most dubious of means. Will he hang on, or sink more deeply? Will Tisira by found, and will she be well, if she is?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. 

For October, I will be alternating between Chameleon’s Dish and Bounded by a Nutshell, so check back next week if you want to more about Tisira and Henry, and what they are up to!

There aren’t any songs about kivaswine that I know of, so I improvised a bit… cheers! =)

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of K.L,Schwengel’s brainchildis to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 18, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, the math is simple.
  • I’ve added the digits of the day ad the month, (9+18=27).
  • You get 27 sentences today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my August WIP. It is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we meet Tisira’s twin, Kirana, as she is reunited with her father after an unexplained absence of several hours, shortly after Tisira’s disappearance.

This is actually two passages; there was a bit in the middle that may not stay and didn’t fit the passage, so I pulled the good stuff from the edges and pushed it together. They fit together very well, I think.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style. Enjoy!

Kirana, though, seemed to sense her parents’ need to be alone together, and, maybe, even something of the importance of that need. Every so often, she would go quiet in her play, and study the door, her brows drawing together in exactly the same way Spock‘s always did when he was trying to decipher a puzzle.

But she didn’t say anything about it, or even ask what was keeping her parents so long, when she was accustomed to spending many hours a day in their company. She also didn’t ask why Spock wasn’t busy examining the device, or doing something to help find Tisira.

She just went about her play with Andrew…some animal game with an involved and ever-expanding cast of invisible characters. And every so often, her deep blue eyes would go to the bedroom door, and that frown would appear.

And every time she did, Andrew’s eyes would follow hers, and then he would hug her and add an element to the game, and Kirana would let herself be distracted into play once more.

Almost as though she understands, somehow, what’s going on in there. And why it’s going on, now, and that it’s too important to wait…

Finally, nearly eight hours after they’d gone into their room, the door slipped open to reveal Spock and Jeniah, dressed in matching robes, their faces still aglow with the secret hours they had spent together, watching them. Seth was sleeping in his sling, seeming perfectly content.

Kirana rose slowly from the rug where she had been pretending to be a grouchy old sehlat. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked back at them both, her expression, for a moment, as unreadable as Spock’s had ever been. “Father, art thee well?” she asked, formally, and in Vulcan.

For answer, Spock knelt on one knee, and gestured for her to come close. He himself didn’t seem to want to give up the doorway- maybe because he was not wholly certain that he was ready to rejoin the flow of life, just yet.

Kirana went, slowly, holding her father’s eyes with her own, as though she were feeling her way. Step by step, she advanced. Spock stayed still, not dropping his eyes, but stretching out his hand with two fingers extended.

Fingers that trembled, just a little bit, but enough to say clearly that even if he’d eased the immediacy of the situation, his eropsitone levels were still elevated, and he would not likely be up long….

I am – quite well, ti’kahm.” He too spoke in Vulcan, but fondly, with the hint of fire and amusement layered into the warm, rough tones. His eyes were intent on hers. “I regret if I caused you any concern.”

You are – different – ?” She tested the words. “No, not different, but also not as you have been.”

There we have it. Spock is not as his daughter has known him. Will this shift affect the search for Tisira? Spock’s relationship with Kirana?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

Here’s a song this scene reminds me of…a longtime favorite,with a fiercely wild and very fitting drama. Feel free to do your best 70s dance, or just watch and worry!=)

 

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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 11, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the day, month, and year (9+11+2+0+1+3=26).
  • Then, I added one, because it adds a lot of flavor to the snippet. =)
  • You get 27 sentences (mostly dialogue) today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my September WIP. It is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we finally learn what caused Tisira’s disappearance.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style. Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I have written an alternate version of this scene. I don’t have an online version of this experimental version. It’s a far more sexual scene, and Spock is much less in control than McCoy is. Like last week, I expect that I will take elements of both, and combine them in the next draft. I am especially interested in opinions on this dialogue and Spock’s emotional state…likely to be very different in the next draft!

Enjoy!

Ambassador Spock, is it possible that one of your daughters was alone in this chamber approximately 4.942 minutes ago?” His eyes scanned the room; fixed on the open cabinet and the nest of blankets within. “Perhaps, within a radius of 5.51 meters from that corner?

“Affirmative. Tisara was asleep in that cabinet when I left this chamber 6.368 minutes ago. It seems unlikely that she would have awoken and left in the intervening time. However, she is not here, now, nor can I sense her presence in my mind, although my wife and daughter can sense her dimly.” He studied Semil; the man appeared grim, even for a Vulcan scientist. “Have you some pertinent information that accounts for these facts?”

“Affirmative.My colleagues and I have been testing a focused temporal distortion wave. The device was in initial testing; there was no intended target. The readings indicate that a female Vulcanoid child was captured by the beam.”

“And sent where? And when?” That was Leonard, pushing forward to confront Semil. “‘No intended target’, eh? Haven’t you people heard of safety precautions? How the hell did this happen?”

Semil said nothing for a moment, and his brow lifted in consternation at the emotional assault. Spock considered interceding, but he decided instead that Leonard had asked all the questions he would have, and far more succinctly.

The scientist finally drew a centering breath, then said, in a neutral tone, “We have not yet ascertained the location or point in time the beam intersected. The device is highly experimental, and in the first testing of the prime prototype. There has, as yet, been no way developed to adjust the temporal or geographic settings. Nor were we aware that the intervening walls were not impervious to the beam.”

“That’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty to accept, when people are living here.”

There we have it – the reason for Tisira’s disappearance – and no way to trace where -or when – she has been sent. What will Spock do next?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

There are a few songs that speak to me of the connection between Spock and Tisira. Here’s a particularly family-friendly and sweet one from my favorite singer/songwriter. You are most welcome!

 

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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

 The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild  is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 4, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the day, month, and year (9+4+2+0+1+3=20).
  • Then, I added one, because it fit, and in honor of my son’s birthday week. =)
  • You get 21 sentences today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my August WIP. It is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we begin at the beginning, with the first scene, as written. In the midst of a conversation, Spock collapses, leaving Doctor McCoy to figure out why.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style. Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I have written an alternate version of this scene, which can be found here. It’s a spicier scene, and I’m not decided on which to use…likely, there will be elements of both in the next draft. Feel free to read both, and comment as you wish.

Enjoy!

Spock stopped speaking, mid-word, his eyes glazed, and nearly fell into his chair, slumped over and far too pale.

“Spock?” Len asked, alarmed, and, when the Vulcan didn’t respond, “Spock!

Spock’s breath was coming in pained and infrequent gasps. Len grabbed at his scanner, not even taking the time to mute it. The Vulcan looked far past the point of caring.

There was no physical trauma – but his brainwave patterns showed some areas of highly chaotic activity, almost as though he had suddenly retreated into himself, searching for something.

“Tisira!” Spock shouted, and jerked upright, his eyes wide, wild, and unseeing.

McCoy gripped his shoulders. “What is it, Spock?”

Spock’s stare darted, then fixed desperately on him. His eyes hadn’t focused, yet, though, and he didn’t seem aware of much beyond whatever was going on in his mind….

He lurched to his feet. He finally fixed on Len. “Tisira is gone. From my mind. I must – find her.”

“Not like this, Spock. Not logical or efficient.Give yourself a minute.”

“Tisira may not have one.”

There we have it – a father who has suddenly lost his child. What will happen next?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!



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